MY TWO PLUM TREES ARE
SO GRACIOUS …
SEE, THEY FLOWER
ONE NOW, ONE LATER
- BUSON
ONE FALLEN FLOWER
RETURNING TO THE
BRANCH? … OH NO!
A WHITE BUTTERFLY
- MORITAKE
ARISE FROM SLEEP, OLD CAT,
AND WITH GREAT YAWNS
AND STRETCHING …
AMBLE OUT FOR LOVE
- ISSA
DIM THE GREY COW COMES
MOOING MOOING
AND MOOING
OUT OF THE MORNING MIST
- ISSA
ON HER DEAD SON
IN WHAT WINDY LAND
WANDERS NOW
MY LITTLE DEAR
DRAGONFLY HUNTER?
- CHIYO-NI
OLD DARK SLEEPY POOL …
QUICK UNEXPECTED
FROG
GOES PLOP! WATERSPLASH
- BASHO
GOOD FRIEND GRASSHIPPER
WILL YOU PLAY
THE CARETAKER
FOR MY LITTLE GRACE?
- ISSA
NOW BE A GOOD BOY
TAKE GOOD CARE OF
OUR HOUSE …
CRICKET MY CHILD
- ISSA
NOW MY LONELINESS
FOLLOWING
THE FIREWORKS …
LOOK! A FALLING STAR!
- SHIKI
CAN’T IT GET AWAY
FROM THE STICKY
PINE-BRANCHES …
CICADA SINGING?
- GIJOENS
VOICES OF TWO BELLS
THAT SPEAK FROM
TWILIGHT TEMPLES …
AH! COOL DIALOGUE
- BUSON
CAMELLIA-PETAL
FELL IN SILENT DAWN …
SPILLING
A WATER-JEWEL
- BASHO
FRIEND, THAT OPEN MOUTH
REVEALS YOUR
WHOLE INTERIOR …
SILLY HOLLOW FROG!
- ANON.
BUTTERFLY ASLEP
FOLDED SOFT ON
TEMPLE BELL …
THEN BRONZE GONG RANG!
- BUSON
GOD EVENING BREEZE!
CROOKED AND
MEANDERING
YOUR HOMEWARD JOURNEY
- ISSA
SEE THE MORNING BREEZE
RUFFLING HIS SO
SILKY HAIR …
COOL CATERPILLAR
- BUSON
THE TURNIP FARMER ROSE
AND WITH A FRESH-
PULLED TURNIP …
POINTED TO MY ROAD
- ISSA
FLOWER IN THE STREAM
THUS TOO MY LOVELY LIFE
MUST END, ANOTHER
FLOWER …
TO FALL AND FLOAT AWAY
- ONITSURA
I AM GOING OUT …
BE GOOD AND PLAY
TOGETHER
MY CRICKET CHILDREN
- ISSA
ANGRY I STRODE HOME …
BUT STOOPING IN
MY GARDEN
CALM OLD WILLOW-TREE
- RYOTA
OH DO NOT SWAT THEM …
UNHAPPY FLIES
FOREVER
WRINGING THEIR THIN HANDS
- ISSA
SEE … THE HEAVY LEAF
ON THE SILENT
WINDLESS DAY …
FALLS OF ITS OWN WILL
- BONCHO
I MUST TURN OVER …
BEWARE OF LOCAL
EARTHQUAKES
BEDFELLOW CRICKET!
- ISSA
VISITING THE GRAVES …
TROTTING ON TO SHOW
THE WAY …
OLD FAMILY DOG
- ISSA
NO OIL TO READ BY …
I AM OFF TO BED
BUT AH! …
MY MOONLIGHT PILLOW
- BASHO
WINDY WINTER RAIN …
MY SILLY BIG
UMBRELLA
TRIES WALKING BACKWARD
- SHISEI-JO
BUDDHA ON THE HILL …
FROM YOUR HOLY
NOSE INDEED
HANGS AN ICICLE
- ISSA
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